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Poem
March 28, 1880
Daily Globe
Saint Paul, Ramsey County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
A song lamenting a lost love, comparing cherished memories to a fading dream and mirage, marked by death's touch and the bitterness of remembrance.
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Oh, golden dream! that spans the skies,
Whose tender blue is like the eye
That haunts my sacred memory.
Fade not away in boundless heaven,
Like closing gates of yon bright eye:
Before night's spell of slumber.
Oh, fleeting bliss! that mocks our haste,
Like mirages in desert waste.
So passing fair in distant scene:
Approached, and the vision fades:
We stand within the realms of shades.
Before their sphynx of horrid mein.
Though withered is thy garland new,
Though death hath carved thy tear-red brow
And hushed the voice that sang rare glees.
I'm glad to know life's richest wine
We pledged each other—thine and mine
Yet, thus, more bitter are the lees.
Oh, golden dream! that spans the skies,
Whose tender blue is like the eye
That haunts my sacred memory.
Fade not away in boundless heaven,
Like closing gates of yon bright eye:
Before night's spell of slumber.
Oh, fleeting bliss! that mocks our haste,
Like mirages in desert waste.
So passing fair in distant scene:
Approached, and the vision fades:
We stand within the realms of shades.
Before their sphynx of horrid mein.
Though withered is thy garland new,
Though death hath carved thy tear-red brow
And hushed the voice that sang rare glees.
I'm glad to know life's richest wine
We pledged each other—thine and mine
Yet, thus, more bitter are the lees.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Golden Dream
Fleeting Bliss
Lost Love
Death Mourning
Bitter Lees
Poem Details
Title
Song.
Subject
Mourning A Lost Love
Key Lines
Oh, Golden Dream! That Spans The Skies,
Whose Tender Blue Is Like The Eye
That Haunts My Sacred Memory.
I'm Glad To Know Life's Richest Wine
We Pledged Each Other—Thine And Mine
Yet, Thus, More Bitter Are The Lees.